Monday, June 29, 2009

Contrary to the banner picture, this is NOT a post about Rocky Balboa.

Interesting side note though: Being a child of the 80’s, and a dude, I grew up on the Rocky movies. Whenever I knew I was soon to be getting into a fight in high school (which was pretty damn often… other kids tend to like to punch smartasses), I would play “Eye of the Tiger” on my cassette player over and over again while I worked out in my basement to psych myself up for it. Pretty lame, I know, but I’m still here to talk about it so I guess there IS something to be said about being confident in the face of someone wanting to knock your head off.

I seem to drift off more and more in my old age… What the Hell was I talking about again?

Oh yeah.

Mini-Me just completed his first T-Ball season. I’m so proud of the little guy… I honestly didn’t think he’d take to it, but he seemed to really enjoy it.

One of the reasons that I think he liked it so much was that he really could give two shits about the game, he had much more fun just goofing around out in the outfield…..

… and collecting rocks.

For SOME reason, he would completely ignore the game, and search the outfield for any manner of rock or pebble he could find…. the bigger the better. Then he would proceed to shove them down his pants pockets.

By the 3rd inning, he usually had enough rocks in his pants that he could barely move.

When it was his turn to bat, he was more concerned about not losing any of his rocks than actually hitting the ball.

After he did finally manage to hit the ball, he would start running around the bases, but his pants were so heavy with rocks that he would have to hold them up while he ran.

After a few times of this, the crowd started chanting “ROCKY! ROCKY!”, every time he got up to bat.

He kinda became the team mascot. The crowd would woop it up and chant “Rocky!” every time he took to the field….

… and he loved every minute of it.

I’m not sure if I managed to get any video of him actually running around the bases with 40 pounds of rocks in his pants, but I’ll look.

Oh my f-ing god. That child is gorgeous - as if he couldn't be with a dad like you, right?But that story made me fall a little in love with him :) nothing cuter than a kid who would rather pick rocks than worry about the ball game.

I swear, there is nothing better than watching kids who don't give a crap play t-ball! I laugh so hard because they are so cute! They look up at the sky, watch other games going on, the girls pick flowers or look for 4 leaf clovers. They use their gloves to "sweep" the dirt, and yes, collect rocks. I LOVE this!!!

And what a cutie he is! Should have had some rocks in his hand for the picture though! LOL